I dreamed about the future because that’s what people persuade you to do when you’re a kid, but that’s the biggest lie of all–that you can plan. Reality is, you have no fucking clue what’s...

My mother always pouted that it was actually her paintings and not her charm, her beauty or her sass that made him fall in love with her. He’d always insisted that it was definitely her...

I had become Harry Potter. Except I was thirteen and not magic, and my destiny, whatever it was, held no profound purpose.

Having pretty much burned every bridge he crossed, our friendship was like a malfunction of his usually deficient people skills.